Except for the ones we ate of course…

After a few uneventful nights in various bays and ports, we stopped in the large marina of Porto Cervo. The marina is largely designed for superyachts and, as such, in high season, is the second most expensive marina in the world…

Due to the fact that it wasn’t tourist season yet, we got two nights for a mere 200 euro 😱; roughly 300 Australian dollars.

And the faulty wifi didn’t even work.

In the days we explored there, we took the tender to the old branch of the town, where we wandered and stumbled upon a Porsche conference- some of my friends, (you know who you are, don’t deny it) were really jealous.

I have to admit, the small, old, cheerful theme of the buildings didn’t really mix with the Gucci and Rolex shops in them.

Afterwards, we sailed to bay called Porto Sole (soh-ley). This port seemed innocent enough but was actually highly eventful….

That evening, after a dinner of pizza, I saw a gluten free Nutella pizza and I asked for it- now, I often ask for things like this but never expect to get it, so you can imagine my surprise when, five minutes later, after already eating a pizza, another one covered in chocolate was delivered to me.

Mwahahaha

I did manage to finish it, and indeed, stayed up late in to the night, which in fact proved useful- sort of.

After going to bed, I lay there for quite a while until I heard a grinding noise near my cabin. Thinking nothing of it, I kept lying there until my brother (the one that resembles Chewbacca) bursted I’m shouting that we had drifted anchor and was hitting the rocks.

I was the last up there, it was freezing, raining, and there were sharp rocks next to us, so I had to very reluctantly pull myself out.

After a rather exhilarating (well I, still on a sugar rush thought it was exhilarating) few minutes we got clear of the rocks, we attempted another three times to finally get the anchor stuck, all the while my bare feet were freezing to the point of numbness.

Bed was certainly a comfort that night.

Another few days later we found ourselves on another island with nothing but two restaurants and a mountain. A very friendly waiter chatted to us for a bit and said that they could have roughly 2000 people in one day in high season and that you couldn’t see nearby islands for excessive masses of boats everywhere!

Early next morning, well early for me since I’ve been waking up at past nine every day, we left to climb a mountain. The first half was easy enough, simple trails slowly winding up the mountain, the next quarter was trickier, with several steep ascents with ropes to help, the last quarter was so deterring that my mum and brother turned around and left me and my dad to navigate loose rocks and perilous ledges supported by only steel wire up to the top of the mountain.

It was definitely worth it though.